Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 15:43:46 -0400
From: Noren Carmathen <carmathen707@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lost High School Lover, part 3:  alex and jake

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Here's the story of what happened the next weekend between me and Jake.
Usual disclaimers, as always.
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So, the week of winter final exams, Jacob and I studied every night at the
library; and yes, there was more sex.  The nights all run together, so I
don't want to reconstruct any of them, but rest assurred, we we were both
being serviced.  When Friday came, and we got out of school at 12:15 when
our last final was over, Jacob and I loaded up in his car and went to his
grandparents house.  They lived on a farm (not terribly far from my
mother's parents...maybe 5-10 miles through the woods), and we spent the
weekend in the apartment in their basement that had been his dad's part of
the house growing up.  This was important, because there was only one
entrance to the basement (the house was old), and it was from the outside.

There was no chance of us being caught in the act.

We were there to relax, and, unspokenly, to have sex.  Jacob had a dime bag
that he hoped would get him through the weekend.  I didn't smoke up
anymore, but I sure as hell had a bottle of Wild Turkey 101--which had been
Matt's drink of choice.  It had grown on me, too, in recent months.

We had rented "The Matrix" to watch that night.  We both loved that movie,
even though seeing it brought back all kinds of memories of Matt, Jacob,
and I back the day.  I pushed those thoughts aside, with some guilt.

Jacob and I talked, as we often did in those days, of plans for after high
school.  It was almost expected that I would go to the private college run
by my church that my mother taught at when I graduated.  There was already
talk of full scholarships and things.  My mother and father had both
attended this college, my father becoming a chemist, my mother a
classicist.  She taught in the classics department, speaking 4 languages in
addition to English.  Jacob had grander designs; he wanted to go to England
to study.

We talked, he smoked up, I drank.  We laughed and joked around.  Things
seemed almost like old times.

Jacob had been sitting in the floor up, but he got up and came and sat next
to me on the couch.  He put his hand on my chest, feeling my heart beat.  I
reached up and took off his ball-cap, letting his shaggy, curly locks of
hair fall out.
  I ran my fingers through it, looking deep within his dark, dark brown
eyes.  He whispered my name, and then I pulled him close to me and kissed
him.

We sat there for a long time, just licking one anothers' lips, tongues
swirling and playing in one another's mouths.  He broke away first, and
said, "Alex, I really want you."

I just nodded and smiled, and I slipped his shirt off of him, exposing his
chest.  It wasn't terribly defined, but you could see the outline of his
pecs, and he had just little whisps of hair down the center of his chest.
With my tongue, I started tracing circles around his left nipple, while
rubbing the right one between my thumb and forefinger. He was moaning, and
I pulled him up next to me and kissed his neck, licking and savoring the
taste of his flesh.

He pulled my shirt off over my head, and pushed me down onto the couch.  We
were kissing, rubbing our young, bare chests together, hands exploring each
and every crevasse.

God, just remembering that night is so much...

We took off our pants and boxers, and went to his dad's old bedroom.  There
was a giant california king-sized bed in there, which we made good use of.
We were wrestling, naked, on the bed.  I pinned him down (I think he let
me), and held him there.  He smiled, and his body went limp.  I let go of
him, and started licking his chest, all the way down to his cock.  It was
about 7 inches, and perfectly proportioned for his body.  I licked his dick
up one side, and down the underside of his shaft, and then started slowly
licking and sucking gently on his balls.  He was moaning soflty, and
rubbing my scalp with his hands.  I licked then a little further, and he
lifted himself up a little.  That gave me access to what I really wanted to
taste...his ass.

I licked his hole and tongued it like mad.  We changed positions, and I
laid down on my back, and he sat on my face, allowing my tongue to fuck his
tender, virgin ass.  He bent forward then, and took my cock down his
throat.  Jacob doesn't have a gag reflex, as it turns out.  He sucked me
hard, licking and wrapping his tongue around the head of my dick.  I pushed
him up a little, so that I could suck his dick too. He was cut, like me.  I
used my tongue to play with the little ridge between the head and the
underside his shaft.

It wasn't long until we were both cumming.  I tasted Jacob for the first
time.

Incredible!  We lay there, both panting, holding one another.  He leaned
forward and kissed my neck, then started nibbling on my left ear.  He
whispered, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this with you."

I was immediately hit with two giant, conflicting emotions.  I wanted Jacob
more than anything else in the world at that moment, but I also felt this
huge burden of guilt.  Was I betraying Matt's memory?  How could I be doing
this with another guy, when the one guy I had loved so much was dead?  I
must've tensed up, because Jacob sensed something was wrong.

"What's wrong Alex?...If--If you don't want to do this, you don't have to."

"No, no, Jake, it's not that."

"Oh," he said, "I know.  I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have--"

I stopped him, "No, no, you should have.  I want you too, so bad I can't
stand it..."

"But...?"

"But I feel like I'm being a bastard...he's been dead a little over six
months, and now I'm about to have sex with another guy.  Not that you are
just any guy, but...I don't know...I'm sorry...I guess I don't know what I
want."

He hugged me then, close to him, and I felt the warmth of his body.  "It's
ok, Alex.  I can only imagine how had this all has been for you.  When
you're ready, we'll go further, if that's what you want."

"Jake, you're one of a kind, man."

"Hey, in the play of your life, I'd rather be Matt's understudy than not be
in the performance at all."  He smiled that wry, clever smile of his as he
said that to me, and

I kissed him, passionately, on the lips.  We fell asleep that night in each
other's arms.
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Christmas break that year was pretty pivotal.  Jake and I did eventually
have sex during the holidays.  I'll get that in with the next story.
Thanks again everyone for the great response.  I love hearing from you all!
N.J. Carmathen, carmathen707@hotmail.com